I am the viewer and the viewed, both and at the same time.
That is true for each of us.
In this way, you and I are visions.
As I write, I am attempting to describe some of the intricacies of the energies, the swirl, the flow, the interactive dance of every moment, the in between of us that flashes even in the simplest of glances . . . never mind a more sustained exchange . . . such as a conversation . . . or reading something written from one soul to another . . .
There’s an energy and a cadence to the words I’m writing and the truth in what I’m describing will seem, at instances, to leap off this page and touch something within you.
What moves in you, when and if it does, as you read what is writ, is what I would ask you to take a closer look at
. . . for yourself. A genuine touch is worth a linger. At least a second look . . .
I promise you. It is safe to look at yourself.
I see your beauty and I know we’re not perfect.
Will you try to see mine?